For all the incredibly slow people out there, I didn't update after the movies yesterday. I left at about 7:45 and Casey and I got to the theatre around eight. We sat there for nearly an hour doing nothing because, if you didn't know already, the Hyatt sucks. They have no games or... well, anything for that matter - except a snackbar. Anyway, Fahrenheit 9/11 was scheduled to start at 9:15 or something, but they pushed it back to 9:45 because they were "waiting for everyone to arrive". After some poking around and getting yelled at, the manager told me that they screwed up the reels and they were resplicing it. We went back into the theatre and Casey saw some friends of hers, so I got dragged over to talk. The two friends she took me over to were obviously a couple and when the guy said, "Looks like you're doing well, Casey." I shot her a questioning look, but she ignored it and told me to talk to the guy while she chatted with her other friend. He ended up telling me his name was John early on and I considered that for a moment and said that John is my dad's name and that he reminded me a lot of him. He got a little pissed and asked if I was calling him old. I took it as an opportunity to test his intelligence since he didn't really strike me as anyone that could be classified anything short of an idiot. I said, "No, of course not." He asked what I meant and, in turn, I explained that my dad was only thirty-two and still in really good shape. He looked a little confused for a minute, then he looked at the ceiling and counted on his fingers for a bit. Then his eyes shifted back to me and he asked, "What do you take me for? Your dad can't be thirty-two." He cracked his knuckles and I hesitated. I thought I had been found out, but I got an idea. I said, "Dude, your math sucks... Did you fail the class or something?" He got a thoughtful look on his face and seemed to be pondering something for all of ten seconds then said, "Yeah, you're right. My math does suck. And thanks for comparing me to your dad... I guess." (Well, that's not an exact quote, but he said something to the effect of his math being wrong and that he got a D in algebra.) After that, we got rather quiet and he occasionally looked at me through the corner of his eye and grumbled about the employee's being dumbasses. By the time Casey and Kendra, John's girlfriend, came back, I had decided to take Kendra for a private chat. I asked her if she knew John was an idiot and she casually said yes and explained that she wasn't really interested in him and that she felt alone if she didn't have a boyfriend. I accidently blurted out, "You know, I think you two are perfect for eachother." Then I got one of the hardest slaps I can remember. I couldn't help but smile is she stomped away, though. (If you didn't get the logic behind my saying they were good for eachother, she's as much of an idiot as he is if she can't stand not being in a relationship... or at least that's my take on it.)

Well, eventually the movie started, and eventually it ended. By the time we were out of the theatre it was 12:30 and we were rather hungry so we walked down to Safeway and pigged out on their subs. It was around two when we called her mom to come pick us up.

As for my opinion on the movie... It was okay, but I thought Mr. Moore got a little too anti-Bush. I mean, I think he's an idiot sometimes and I'm not too thrilled with him being president and trying to repeal all of our environmental protection acts, but I wouldn't go as far as to say half of the things Moore did. I don't think I could have stood reading the anti-Bush book he wrote that didn't make it to the public... That movie was quite enough.

Later, DS
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It's kind of interesting. I've been thinking of someone every night for the past few weeks. The interesting part is that I assume I find those thoughts soothing enough that I fall asleep. If you're thinking that I bore myself to sleep, I know that's not the case. At least I have an easy way to get to sleep now.

I came to the realization that I have horrible taste in women last night after I thought about it for some time. It's not that to people I start to like are ugly or stupid or ditzy or anything, but I'm two for two for finding girls with absolutely no interest in me whatsoever. Basically, I pick out the ones who are too intelligent to even begin to like me. (I'm a little hard on myself sometimes, aren't I?)

Yay! I wasted a good three hours playing, you guessed it, Neopets yesterday! That just shows how bored I've been getting for the lack of doing anything and the lack of courage to do anything about it. If you don't know what the lack of courage is, just think about the previous paragraph for a bit.

My blackberries are ripening now, so I'm going to be munching on those for a while... well, as soon as I pick them, that is.

I finished The Dragon Reborn last night, but I haven't started The Shadow Rising yet. I do think, however, that my action-packed fantasy series is starting to have a touch of romance in it but, although I expected it would surface sometime, I didn't expect it to take three books.

I've found myself thinking of doing a lot of heroic things lately and I suppose everyone does that from time to time, but I can always escape from that thought pattern by remembering that most people that are considered heroes were only doing what they were forced to do. It's sort of comforting to think of that, too, since I don't want to try to get myself killed. Maybe I'm just thinking of all this crap because of these infernal books.

If you hadn't guessed already, I'm a pseudointellectual. For one thing, using th word pseudointellectual practically screams you are one. Who else would use a word like that very often? And I'm a very slow person also. I tend to make slow decisions on everything, regardless of how simply the facts have been laid out before me. There are a lot more things that I could say, but I don't feel like demeaning myself further at the moment.

Blah, blah, blah. My thoughts are really scattered today. As far as I can tell, I really am in love. And as for as much as that is worth, I'm nothing short of crazy. It doesn't help that someone has already told me she's not interested, either. Again, I don't want to go into too much detail for fear of ruining my mood. But, on a related note, one of my friends has taken to calling his special someone "falcon". Good luck to you.

I just woke up from a rather interesting dream. I was in a classroom... somewhere, and I really didn't know many of the people that were there. I remember there were other students showing off their science projects. I saw two that looked rather shady, but I didn't really pay them much mind. I walked over to where Emerald was sitting and a few seconds after I sat down she got a frustrated look and left. Then I meandered over to where the shifty kids were and I realized they were planning on destroying this girl that I seemed to know's project, so I quickly snatched it out of the bag that they were already shredding with delight. They didn't seem to care, though. At some point around then, the teacher appeared on the other side of the room and announced she had found a comb and asked if it belonged to anyone. If you hadn't guessed that it was battle comb, you... obviously don't have the same thought pattern I do. But, anyway, as I went over to get the comb the teacher, who looks surprisingly like Ms. Ferrel, asked me if I was joking. I took it and I said, "It makes me feel special," and walked off. The girl who's science project I saved came over to me sometime after that and I handed it to her saying something to the effect of, "I tried to save it, but I'm not sure if I got it all." And, if I remember correctly, she walked off without a word. Ah, there was another part when I met a kid that had a knife that looked exactly like mine and I asked him where he got it and he shruged... Then I turned around and his brother, who looked exactly like Chris, said he liked my comb. After that, I walked over to Emerald and sat down, but this time I felt a shake on the table, which I thought I caused, and she got another pissed look and stormed off. This time I followed her and sat down next to her. She was apparently doing homework and didn't want to be disturbed. She didn't seem particularly annoyed at my sitting there, so I assumed that something else was annoying her. Suddenly, I felt a violent shake - now I'm surprised it didn't wake me up, enitrely anyway - and I hear Emerald growl, but when I turned, she wasn't there. I went to find her, even though I had no idea where she had gone and, luckly, I stumbled on to where she was in all of... five seconds. And then I heard the most pissed off voice I have in a long time, it sounded like someone who was incredibly angry who was holding back tears. I walked to see who was talking and I wasn't incredibly surprised to see it was Emerald for some reason. The guy was sitting in a chair and the teacher was in the room, so I knew I couldn't do anything too bad. That vague idea turned into my plan when I went over to help Emerald. (It may sound like it took quite a bit of time for me to jump in, but I remember everything happening very quickly.) I crouched in front of the guy (probably so I could see Emerald), a rather indifferent-looking asian guy, and asked him if he'd like a knuckle punch and said he'd get a few if he didn't quit messing around. (By this time, I had deduced that he was the cause of the violent shaking.) He said, "Sure." So I took his collar in my hand and yanked on it a bit. I wish I could have seen how my face looked because the guy started to get really scared... or at least I got that impression. Since he didn't answer, I asked again and I tightened my grip, cracking a knuckle. And then, unfortunately, I woke up... That was probably a good thing, though, since I don't like fighting at all. Oh, and I hope it's needless to say I'm probably more confused by this than all you you who read it are.

Later, DS
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I don't know why, but I find it incredibly curious that after I wash my hair, I can run a comb through it and pick up a ton of static electricity. After I use a comb, it's always fun to walk up to someone and touch it to their skin - especially in the dark. So now that I've proved I'm fascinated by such simple things I could pass for a sheepherder (, were it not for my clothes), I'll move on.

The very same comb I was just using to wreak the afforementioned havoc was used against me in a duel a few minutes ago. I was forced to defend myself with a lowly, peasant-like hair brush and the results were not pretty. Sure, for a time, I matched Casey's strikes blow for blow, but I eventually began to slow as my reserves emptied themselves (or maybe I just lost interest). I took a hit on my left shoulder and it nigh-immediately began to bleed. Casey decided to end our duel and, insisting she had won, took me to clean off and get a bandaid. I don't know why she insisted cleaning it, since the slice was from a comb (and a clean one at that), but she did and all the while she sat, laughing at me for fighting without a shirt on...

That's about all I can say, I'm being prodded to go play more mindless battle-esqe games. Fun, fun!

Later, DS
~ Try to use the word "disambiguate" at least once in context today.

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Yesterday was sort of interesting, but it was more embarrassing than anything. If you want to know more about it, ask me. At any rate, I got back into my habit of reading and, at one point around eleven o'clock, I ended up tearing myself away from something I'd rather not have if I had realized what exactly I was wasting my time reading instead of doing. Now, if that made any sense to you at all, I congratulate you.

I've been doing a lot more thinking, but I don't remember a lot of it because I generally do it right before I go to sleep. I do, however, remember thinking of scanning that damned Valentine and sending it to someone since I was too much of a *gasp* chicken to give it to her during the year. *random instance of onomatopoeia* There was something that I was thinking about that I knew was important, but I can't remember it for the life of me. I hope it comes to me later.

Later, DS
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Go listen to... pretty much anything by Blind Guardian if you like rock (not pop-rock, mind you). I suppose it's closer to metal than rock, but that doesn't really matter. If you decide to take my advice, listen to something from A Night At The Opera, it's a pretty good album.

It's pretty sad that I haven't done anything worth talking about... but it's probably worse that I'm resorting to recommending music to people. Hopefully someone will like it.

Let's see. Things are more stable with someone I guess, but I'm not entirely sure of anything with her anymore. I knew that my guesses about what she could have meant by things were horrible, but she told me to stop assuming things and just ask her a few days ago. So things aren't really falling apart or in line. At least I'm not in topsy turvey mode anymore; I can guarantee that it sucked.

Later, DS
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Very little worth mention happened today. I'd suppose the most interesting thing was getting my mom's old UMAX Astra scanner to work. I had been trying to scan the sketches in my sketchbooks for ages and I finally set out to find a way to scan them. I hooked the scanner up to my mom's new computer and downloaded the drivers while Comcast was being slow an annoying. After I had them installed, I restarted and checked all the connections while I waited for Windows to reload. When I ran the test program, it said there was an error in data transmission. I wnet up to the actual UMAX webiste only to find that the driver doesn't support Windows XP.

I was very thankful to have my crappy little Pentium two 450 just then, since I have Windows 98 on it. I ran upstairs with the scanner and hooked it up then burnt a CD with the drivers and a few other things (a RW, mind you) and took it up to my computer. After I had everything installed and I had restarted, I ran the test and it worked flawlessly. I then proceeded to open the copier program, thinking it was the scanning one and I got a little annoyed when I realized my mistake. I realized I needed a program to manage the scanned content, so I tried IS Scan, the scanning manager that I use for my little Canon BJC-2000 printer/scanner, and it didn't work. I ran downstairs and tried to find the setup disk for the scanner, which I had long since given up for lost and found it in a small CD case from Radioshack. Ironically, before I moved the scanner, the box was sitting on top of it.

So, yeah. I got it to work and scanned a few of my sketches. It took about three hours to scan and edit nine pages of stuff, but I'm pleased I did it. You can check the new stuff (and the old stuff) out at my website if you'd like. And if you do drop by, please comment and criticize - tell me how I can improve.

For all of the people I didn't scare away with two long, in-depth paragraphs about a scanner, good job. Maybe I'll draw a picture for you if you ask nicely.

Later, DS
~ Don't ask me a subjective question unless you are prepared to listen to a verbose answer... and are speaking in a language in which I am capable of answering verbosely.

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